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Sunday Evening Whiskey Club


      Plastic Face
      Foggy Mountain Morning
      Al Malikie
      Mt. Rainier
      Down in the Hole
      My Art
      Never Saw it Coming
      One Fat Lip
      Heading for the Mountains
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Sunday Evening Whiskey Club’s debut album Andesite is the perfect soundtrack for those long solo drives through the flatlands of eastern Washington when the summer heat is heavy and there’s nothing much to look at. The album provides that friend in the seat next to you, telling stories of childhood memories and life’s daily struggles while strumming an old guitar. With an interesting range of themes and a wide variety of instruments, this impressive collection of songs will keep your mind engaged and our fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

“Plastic Face“ comes charging in with prickly mandolin and ringing autoharp washes – this song is a scathing swipe at society with a charming little melody. Recalling memories of innocent childhood wanderings and lazy afternoons in the countryside.

“Foggy Mountain Mornin” is reminiscent of those old songs listed as “traditional” because no one knows who wrote them. With a freight train beat and old time banjo picking, this track will have you kicking boot dents into the dance floor.

“Al Maliki” starts off with a recording of an actual 911 call from a person claiming that they had just spotted Osama bin Laden in a Walmart parking lot. From there a catchy guitar line takes over and the song meanders down the Euphrates on its way into Baghdad.

“Mount Rainier” catches the listener’s attention immediately with the New Orleans flavored trumpet of Michel Navedo. The song is pushed along by a snaking dobro line and the trumpet and dobro combine during the instrumental section to create a hands in the air street-party vibe.

“Down In The Hole” is anchored by the sultry vocals of Caitlin Sherman and represents the more psychedelic / pop side of the band. Based around a guitar line that will work its way into your head and stay there for a good while, it is easy to let this song wash over you and get lost in its lushness.

“My Art” is a plucky little number with interwoven guitar and banjo lines and lyrics that gently poke fun at people who take themselves too seriously. The doo wop backup vocals round it out nicely with a smile and a wink.

After a quiet first verse, “Never Saw It Coming” slowly builds as the various instruments join in. The drums finally come crashing in at the first chorus and the song reaches its apex as the music drops out and the chorus is sung a cappella. The band comes slamming back in and carries the tune home.

“One Fat Lip” begins with a haunting dobro line that sounds like the wild west itself. A slinky bass line leads the rest of the band in and the song goes on to chronicle a harrowing tale of pursuit, flight, bloody battle, and ultimate victory. With its hard-nosed lyrics and twangy reverb sound, this track would fit
perfectly in some small town honky tonk juke box.

“Headin’ For The Mountains” lopes along like a tired horse with its head hanging down. The music reflects the lyrics as the singer laments the overcrowded, sickly state of the world and decides that living a solitary life away from other humans is the only solution. The lilting dobro line creates a perfect atmosphere of sadness and resignation.